When I visited this place, I was reading the book Mastery of Love by Miguel Ruiz. Guanajuato reminded me of the human need for a companion, una compañera. Solo travel is as epic and dynamic as a black and white photo. However, the adventure of a relationship brings out the colors.

Hitler, Stalin, and Mao.

He was my childhood best friend, my brother. He had two words tattooed on his arm. And after all these years. After Bergamo. After her. I finally understand.

“I love you,” she read. Era una tableta clavada a la columna enfrentándome. Cuando lo vi, era como no lo leí. Esas palabras, los entendí como si ella me lo leyera.